****Introduction****
Hello, everyone. This is my third real story here at fanfiction.net, and I wanted to give some background information before I begin. First, this story takes place in the year 3002, 1000 years from now. For reasons that will be explained in the story, Yami has a new host, one of Yugi's American descendants (Gary, a boy that mostly looks like Yugi, with perhaps the exception of his eyes). The goal here is to finally get his memories, back, of course. Along the course of the story, you will learn what happened to Yugi, and how Yami will survive with his new host. Of course, he's not the only one who has returned . . .
Anyway, this story is meant to be read in its entirety, because otherwise, you'll miss something. So check for updates. I've been working really hard on this story. Well, now we begin . . .
~ . . . ~ = Yami Yugi's thoughts
Long ago, when the Duel Monsters Card Game was still new, chosen duelists brought back the dark and mysterious games from Primitive Egypt. A brave and powerful pharaoh, whose spirit was locked away in the Millennium Puzzle, had been infused with a young boy, who tried to help him regain his forbidden memories by obtaining the three cards of god. But one day, during an ensuing battle - a Shadow Game - for the Millennium Puzzle, the three hosts of these Primitive spirits were killed. Some friends of the host of the pharaoh found four of the seven Millennium items at the scene of the battle and put them away, never to see daylight, until one day . . .
* * * * * * *
America, 3002: The world has gone backwards in technology over the past millennia, in the attempt to save natural resources. In fact, so much technology has disappeared, that the Internet had been recently re- introduced. The best way to speak of the world now is to compare it to how it was in the year 2000.
* * * * * * *
Standing beside his father's deathbed, Gary was in tears. A cancer had taken over his father, and it was finally about time.
"Reach under my bed," his father said weakly, "to where my belongings are."
Gary pulled a shoebox from under the hospital bed and opened the lid.
"It's a Primitive puzzle (Primitive = Ancient, but in the future, Ancient would be referring to around the year 2000). I have been trying to solve it since my father gave it to me when I was sixteen. But, I have failed in my attempts, and since I will just barely miss your sixteenth birthday, I'm letting you have it now," his father explained.
Gary lifted the puzzle out of the box. "Father," he whined.
"You seem to be better at these sort of things than I was," his father went on. "This puzzle - I think it's called a Millennium Puzzle - has been passed down from generation to generation, but it still isn't completed. MY father told me that somewhere down the line, it HAD been completed by one of my ancestors."
"Ancestors?" Gary couldn't say much in his dismay, but he was savoring every last word from his dying father. He looked at the Millennium Puzzle, which appeared to be about three-fourths completed.
"I don't know much about it, but I have a feeling that it is special. And I want you to protect it - keep it with you always - as a reminder. A reminder of how your father has failed!" His father closed his eyes and never opened them again.
"Father!" yelled Gary, clutching the Puzzle. He walked out of the room solemnly.
* * *
The week after his father's death, Gary did not leave his room for anything. His mother brought him food, which he ate very little of. He was working on the Millennium Puzzle on behalf of his father. Gary (whose yellow, magenta, and black, spiky hair was getting dingy from not being washed for that long) was known by his friends to be very good at solving riddles and puzzles. He was sort of a hot-shot. Recently, when the Duel Monsters Card Game was brought back into existence by a company called Upper Deck, he entered a tournament and won the Grand Prize - a trophy that looked like - the Millennium Puzzle!
His best friend, Ryou, was starting to get really worried about Gary. Ryou came by the house every day to give Gary the schoolwork that he was missing, since he hadn't gone to school since his father died.
Ryou knocked on the door. "Is it okay if I come into your room?" No response. He opened the door anyway. "What are you doing?"
"Just working on this," Gary answered blankly.
"Again?" Ryou pulled out something from beneath his shirt. "Oh yeah, I brought this from home," he said. "I thought of it when I saw that weird eye on one of the piece on your puzzle. I thought I'd show it to ya'."
Gary, for the first time in a while, was alert. "It looks like it is somehow related to my Millennium Puzzle."
"Millennium Puzzle?" Ryou asked. "How do you know what it's called?"
"My, um, father told me . . ." Gary answered, then became silent.
"Well," Ryou tried to cheer him up with his dumb little nervous laugh, "I guess I can call THIS a Millennium Ring."
Just then, Gary picked up the last piece of the Millennium Puzzle, which had the weird eye on it, and put it in.
"You know," said Ryou, "that puzzle looks just like that trophy that you won at the Duel Monsters tournament." He put the schoolwork he had brought over on Gary's desk. "Well, I have to head out now. See ya', Gary." He walked out.
Gary nodded. The Millennium Puzzle started to glow. "What the -" he said.
What happened after that was amazing. A swirl of hieroglyphs and light transformed Gary. He grew slightly taller, his hair shot further upward, and his eyes shrank and became somewhat evil-looking. At that point, Gary wasn't aware of what happened.
The pharaoh spirit had taken over him, blocking out Gary's thoughts, perceptions, etc.
"Where am I?" the pharaoh spirit asked himself. "Where is Yugi?" He sat on Gary's bed, trying to remember (Over the years, his memory wore a bit.) The last thing he remembered, his past host, Yugi, and two offenders, Bakura and Malik, were about to begin a Shadow Game, with the Millennium Puzzle at stake. But when the Game started, the spirit was somehow locked in, and could not help little Yugi.
His eyes widened. "Could it be? Could Yugi have been killed?" He shook his head. "No. No." He looked solemn. "I tried my best to help him . . . but . . . he CAN'T be gone . . ."
He sat for a moment and wondered if this new host he had was Yugi. Perhaps he had moved to a different house, or something. He went back inside, and Gary emerged again.
~Yugi?~
Gary heard this, but he just thought that it was voices in his head. Which, it sort of was, but not in the way he thought. He laid on his bed, thinking about his father again.
~Yugi?~
"That's weird. What's Yugi?" Gary asked himself.
The pharaoh spirit realized that this host was not Yugi - only a descendent of his.
Gary then remembered that during that Duel Monsters tournament he had entered, there had been a presentation about the Ancient Duel Monsters Card Game that they were bringing back. There were slides, although Gary couldn't remember most of them. All he remembered was one of what they called Duel Disks, one that looked like an arena, and a picture of the Duelist Kingdom's King of Games, Yugi Moto.
"Hmm, why did I suddenly think of that?" Gary wondered.
* * *
A few days later, Gary returned to school. He met up with Ryou before classes started.
"Hey, man!" Ryou slapped Gary on the back. "I'm so glad that you finally decided to come back. So, I see you're now wearing that Millennium Puzzle of yours. Cool chain!"
"I'm protecting it, as my father told me to." Gary paused. "And I see you've still got that Millennium Ring."
Ryou nodded. "It somehow always finds it was back to me." He laughed. "It's weird, but maybe it's just me."
Gary noticed for the first time that Ryou had a bandage wrapped around the upper part of his left arm. "What happened to your arm?"
Ryou laughed. "I've had it for a while, but you didn't notice it. I really don't remember how I got it. I must have sleep-walked. My mom tells me that I do that at night sometimes. It really scares her."
"It looks pretty bad," Gary commented.
Ryou shrugged. "It'll get better, I guess."
"So . . . where did you get your Millennium Ring?"
"Well," Ryou said, "when I was still living in Japan, my parents took me to see its antiquated houses. We went in one, and my dad said that the best duelist of the Ancient times lived there. And . . . I don't remember exactly how, but I found this Ring."
Gary's eyes widened. "Best duelist of the Ancient times?" he repeated. "I was recently thinking about the slide show we saw at the tournament. One of them showed a picture of the Duelist Kingdom's King of Games."
"Oh yeah! I remember." Ryou put his hand behind his head. "Yugi - Yugi Moto, the one I said kinda looks like you."
Gary rolled his eyes. "Somehow, I think that your Millennium Ring and my Millennium Puzzle are related to this Yugi guy."
"You think so? Really?" Ryou asked.
A big guy walked by just then, pushing Ryou and Gary aside.
"How rude," Gary said. He hadn't seen the guy before. He must have transferred in while he was absent.
The big guy turned around. "What'd you say?" He gripped Gary by the chain attached to his Millennium Puzzle. Ryou went to report the guy.
The Puzzle began to glow, and the pharaoh spirit took over once more. "Let go," was all he said.
"Why should I?" the guy asked, but he let go anyway. "Who are you, anyway?"
Since the spirit didn't know who his host was, he didn't respond.
"Oh, wise guy, huh?"
"I propose that we play a game," the spirit said. He reached into his host's pockets for anything he could find. He hadn't played one of these "games" for a millennia, so he would use whatever he could find. Strangely enough, he found a Duel Monsters deck inside.
~These cards sure look different from the ones I'm used to.~
"I will decide your fate," the spirit went on. "We'll both choose a card from this deck, and whoever's attack points come out the highest wins."
The big guy scoffed. "I'm not playing your silly game. Now put those cards away so I can beat the life out of you." He made a grab for the cards.
"You have broken the rules," the pharaoh spirit said. "You have opened the gates to Hell!"
"What the -" the big guy blurted.
The spirit opened his hand and faced his palm toward the big guy.
Ryou came back with one of the science teachers at the school. "Where did he go, Gary?"
The teacher was crossing her arms. "This is the second complaint about that guy this week."
~Gary? Is that the name of my host?~
"I - He . . . he left," the spirit said.
"All right, man!" Ryou said. The teacher left. "I didn't know that you could pull off some moves."
The bell rang. Class had begun for the day.
(To be continued.)
Hello, everyone. This is my third real story here at fanfiction.net, and I wanted to give some background information before I begin. First, this story takes place in the year 3002, 1000 years from now. For reasons that will be explained in the story, Yami has a new host, one of Yugi's American descendants (Gary, a boy that mostly looks like Yugi, with perhaps the exception of his eyes). The goal here is to finally get his memories, back, of course. Along the course of the story, you will learn what happened to Yugi, and how Yami will survive with his new host. Of course, he's not the only one who has returned . . .
Anyway, this story is meant to be read in its entirety, because otherwise, you'll miss something. So check for updates. I've been working really hard on this story. Well, now we begin . . .
~ . . . ~ = Yami Yugi's thoughts
Long ago, when the Duel Monsters Card Game was still new, chosen duelists brought back the dark and mysterious games from Primitive Egypt. A brave and powerful pharaoh, whose spirit was locked away in the Millennium Puzzle, had been infused with a young boy, who tried to help him regain his forbidden memories by obtaining the three cards of god. But one day, during an ensuing battle - a Shadow Game - for the Millennium Puzzle, the three hosts of these Primitive spirits were killed. Some friends of the host of the pharaoh found four of the seven Millennium items at the scene of the battle and put them away, never to see daylight, until one day . . .
* * * * * * *
America, 3002: The world has gone backwards in technology over the past millennia, in the attempt to save natural resources. In fact, so much technology has disappeared, that the Internet had been recently re- introduced. The best way to speak of the world now is to compare it to how it was in the year 2000.
* * * * * * *
Standing beside his father's deathbed, Gary was in tears. A cancer had taken over his father, and it was finally about time.
"Reach under my bed," his father said weakly, "to where my belongings are."
Gary pulled a shoebox from under the hospital bed and opened the lid.
"It's a Primitive puzzle (Primitive = Ancient, but in the future, Ancient would be referring to around the year 2000). I have been trying to solve it since my father gave it to me when I was sixteen. But, I have failed in my attempts, and since I will just barely miss your sixteenth birthday, I'm letting you have it now," his father explained.
Gary lifted the puzzle out of the box. "Father," he whined.
"You seem to be better at these sort of things than I was," his father went on. "This puzzle - I think it's called a Millennium Puzzle - has been passed down from generation to generation, but it still isn't completed. MY father told me that somewhere down the line, it HAD been completed by one of my ancestors."
"Ancestors?" Gary couldn't say much in his dismay, but he was savoring every last word from his dying father. He looked at the Millennium Puzzle, which appeared to be about three-fourths completed.
"I don't know much about it, but I have a feeling that it is special. And I want you to protect it - keep it with you always - as a reminder. A reminder of how your father has failed!" His father closed his eyes and never opened them again.
"Father!" yelled Gary, clutching the Puzzle. He walked out of the room solemnly.
* * *
The week after his father's death, Gary did not leave his room for anything. His mother brought him food, which he ate very little of. He was working on the Millennium Puzzle on behalf of his father. Gary (whose yellow, magenta, and black, spiky hair was getting dingy from not being washed for that long) was known by his friends to be very good at solving riddles and puzzles. He was sort of a hot-shot. Recently, when the Duel Monsters Card Game was brought back into existence by a company called Upper Deck, he entered a tournament and won the Grand Prize - a trophy that looked like - the Millennium Puzzle!
His best friend, Ryou, was starting to get really worried about Gary. Ryou came by the house every day to give Gary the schoolwork that he was missing, since he hadn't gone to school since his father died.
Ryou knocked on the door. "Is it okay if I come into your room?" No response. He opened the door anyway. "What are you doing?"
"Just working on this," Gary answered blankly.
"Again?" Ryou pulled out something from beneath his shirt. "Oh yeah, I brought this from home," he said. "I thought of it when I saw that weird eye on one of the piece on your puzzle. I thought I'd show it to ya'."
Gary, for the first time in a while, was alert. "It looks like it is somehow related to my Millennium Puzzle."
"Millennium Puzzle?" Ryou asked. "How do you know what it's called?"
"My, um, father told me . . ." Gary answered, then became silent.
"Well," Ryou tried to cheer him up with his dumb little nervous laugh, "I guess I can call THIS a Millennium Ring."
Just then, Gary picked up the last piece of the Millennium Puzzle, which had the weird eye on it, and put it in.
"You know," said Ryou, "that puzzle looks just like that trophy that you won at the Duel Monsters tournament." He put the schoolwork he had brought over on Gary's desk. "Well, I have to head out now. See ya', Gary." He walked out.
Gary nodded. The Millennium Puzzle started to glow. "What the -" he said.
What happened after that was amazing. A swirl of hieroglyphs and light transformed Gary. He grew slightly taller, his hair shot further upward, and his eyes shrank and became somewhat evil-looking. At that point, Gary wasn't aware of what happened.
The pharaoh spirit had taken over him, blocking out Gary's thoughts, perceptions, etc.
"Where am I?" the pharaoh spirit asked himself. "Where is Yugi?" He sat on Gary's bed, trying to remember (Over the years, his memory wore a bit.) The last thing he remembered, his past host, Yugi, and two offenders, Bakura and Malik, were about to begin a Shadow Game, with the Millennium Puzzle at stake. But when the Game started, the spirit was somehow locked in, and could not help little Yugi.
His eyes widened. "Could it be? Could Yugi have been killed?" He shook his head. "No. No." He looked solemn. "I tried my best to help him . . . but . . . he CAN'T be gone . . ."
He sat for a moment and wondered if this new host he had was Yugi. Perhaps he had moved to a different house, or something. He went back inside, and Gary emerged again.
~Yugi?~
Gary heard this, but he just thought that it was voices in his head. Which, it sort of was, but not in the way he thought. He laid on his bed, thinking about his father again.
~Yugi?~
"That's weird. What's Yugi?" Gary asked himself.
The pharaoh spirit realized that this host was not Yugi - only a descendent of his.
Gary then remembered that during that Duel Monsters tournament he had entered, there had been a presentation about the Ancient Duel Monsters Card Game that they were bringing back. There were slides, although Gary couldn't remember most of them. All he remembered was one of what they called Duel Disks, one that looked like an arena, and a picture of the Duelist Kingdom's King of Games, Yugi Moto.
"Hmm, why did I suddenly think of that?" Gary wondered.
* * *
A few days later, Gary returned to school. He met up with Ryou before classes started.
"Hey, man!" Ryou slapped Gary on the back. "I'm so glad that you finally decided to come back. So, I see you're now wearing that Millennium Puzzle of yours. Cool chain!"
"I'm protecting it, as my father told me to." Gary paused. "And I see you've still got that Millennium Ring."
Ryou nodded. "It somehow always finds it was back to me." He laughed. "It's weird, but maybe it's just me."
Gary noticed for the first time that Ryou had a bandage wrapped around the upper part of his left arm. "What happened to your arm?"
Ryou laughed. "I've had it for a while, but you didn't notice it. I really don't remember how I got it. I must have sleep-walked. My mom tells me that I do that at night sometimes. It really scares her."
"It looks pretty bad," Gary commented.
Ryou shrugged. "It'll get better, I guess."
"So . . . where did you get your Millennium Ring?"
"Well," Ryou said, "when I was still living in Japan, my parents took me to see its antiquated houses. We went in one, and my dad said that the best duelist of the Ancient times lived there. And . . . I don't remember exactly how, but I found this Ring."
Gary's eyes widened. "Best duelist of the Ancient times?" he repeated. "I was recently thinking about the slide show we saw at the tournament. One of them showed a picture of the Duelist Kingdom's King of Games."
"Oh yeah! I remember." Ryou put his hand behind his head. "Yugi - Yugi Moto, the one I said kinda looks like you."
Gary rolled his eyes. "Somehow, I think that your Millennium Ring and my Millennium Puzzle are related to this Yugi guy."
"You think so? Really?" Ryou asked.
A big guy walked by just then, pushing Ryou and Gary aside.
"How rude," Gary said. He hadn't seen the guy before. He must have transferred in while he was absent.
The big guy turned around. "What'd you say?" He gripped Gary by the chain attached to his Millennium Puzzle. Ryou went to report the guy.
The Puzzle began to glow, and the pharaoh spirit took over once more. "Let go," was all he said.
"Why should I?" the guy asked, but he let go anyway. "Who are you, anyway?"
Since the spirit didn't know who his host was, he didn't respond.
"Oh, wise guy, huh?"
"I propose that we play a game," the spirit said. He reached into his host's pockets for anything he could find. He hadn't played one of these "games" for a millennia, so he would use whatever he could find. Strangely enough, he found a Duel Monsters deck inside.
~These cards sure look different from the ones I'm used to.~
"I will decide your fate," the spirit went on. "We'll both choose a card from this deck, and whoever's attack points come out the highest wins."
The big guy scoffed. "I'm not playing your silly game. Now put those cards away so I can beat the life out of you." He made a grab for the cards.
"You have broken the rules," the pharaoh spirit said. "You have opened the gates to Hell!"
"What the -" the big guy blurted.
The spirit opened his hand and faced his palm toward the big guy.
Ryou came back with one of the science teachers at the school. "Where did he go, Gary?"
The teacher was crossing her arms. "This is the second complaint about that guy this week."
~Gary? Is that the name of my host?~
"I - He . . . he left," the spirit said.
"All right, man!" Ryou said. The teacher left. "I didn't know that you could pull off some moves."
The bell rang. Class had begun for the day.
(To be continued.)